2. The Lord of strength and matchless might, The Lord all-conquering in the fight, List, lift your portals, lift them high, Ye princes of the conquered sky; And you, ye everlasting gates, Back on your golden hinges fly; For lo, the King of glory waits, The Lord of hosts, the Lord most high. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M Page 49-50 ---------- No. 33 ASCENSION O Thou pure light of souls that love Salutis humanae Sator Translated by Father Caswall from a Slovak Hymnal Arr. By N. A. M. Moderato assai 1. O Thou pure light of souls that love, True joy of ev'ry human breast, Sower of life's immortal seed, Our Maker, and Redeemer blest! 2. What wonderous pity Thee o'ercame To make our guilty load Thine own, And sinless suffer death and shame, For our transgressions to atone! 3. Thou, bursting Hades open wide, Didst all the captive souls unchain; And thence to Thy dread Father's side With glorious pomp ascend again. 4. O still may pity Thee compel To heal the wounds of which we die; And take me in Thy light to dwell, Who for Thy blissful Presence sigh. 5. Be Thou our guide, be Thou our goal; Be thou our pathway to the skies; Our joy when sorrow fills our soul; In death our everlasting prize. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 51 ---------- No. 34 PENTECOST Holy Spirit, Lord of Light Processional Tr. Rev. E. Caswall S. Webbe (1740-1816) Marcato 1. Holy Spirit, Lord of Light, From the clear celestial height, Thy pure beaming radiance give. Come, Thou Father of the poor, Come with treasures which endure; Come Thou light of all that live. 2. Thou, of all consolers best, Thou, the soul's delightsome guest, Dost refreshing peace bestow; Thou in toil art comfort sweet; Pleasant coolness in the heat; Solace in the midst of woe. 3. Light immortal, Light divine, Visit thou these hearts of Thine, And our inmost being fill; If Thou take Thy grace away, Nothing pure in man will stay; All his good is turned to ill. 4. Thou, on those who evermore Thee confess and Thee adore, In thy sev'nfold gifts descend; Give them comfort when they die; Give them life with Thee on high; Give them joys that never end. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 52 ---------- No. 35 PENTECOST Come Holy Ghost, Creator Come Veni Creator Spiritus Translated by Dryden W. A. Mozart Arr. from the figured bass by N. A. M. Melody "O Gottes Lamm" Koch. Verz. No. 343 Moderato 1. Come, Holy Ghost, Creator come From Thy bright heav'nly throne, Come, take possession of our souls, And make them all Thy own. Thou Who art called the Paraclete, Best gift of God above, The living spring, the living fire, Sweet unction and true love. 2. Thou who are sev'nfold in Thy grace, Finger of God's right hand; His promise teaching little ones To speak and understand. O, guide our minds with Thy bless'd light With love our hearts inflame; And with Thy strength, which ne'er decays, Confirm our mortal frame.